28 September 2013

Before kids and the responsibility of life, Levi and I
shared a spontaneous, erotic, and deliciously deviant marriage. But the years
transformed what we had into something comfortable and worn. It hurts me to
think his desire for me has cooled. I miss that look of his. Slightly evil and
totally hot, like he wanted to devour me. Haven’t seen it in ages.

When I first married Mia, she submitted to every one of
my erotic needs. Then came the children. With little complaint, I abandoned my
pursuit of kink, content to be married to a beautiful, intelligent woman who’s
a great mother to our twins. Out of the blue, Mia confesses she misses the
intimacy in our marriage, misses the sex. After this enticing revelation, my
plan to reconnect with her unfolds.

In our secret, kinky, Friday afternoon meetings I’m going
to give her everything she wants and take everything I need. Will this be the
answer to fixing our marriage?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it
contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM/light bondate)
and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

After all these years of sex
being an afterthought, first for her and then, because of the gradual
acceptance of how things were, for me, too, I’d stopped looking a long time ago
for the signs and signals indicating Mia might be interested in returning back
to sexual practices we shared before the twins were born.

Early on in our marriage, our
love was incandescent, glowing hot and bright. Mia was thesun and, to my eyes,
everything else paled to a dull gray in comparison to the vivid elation
lifeheld when she was near.

Our sex was explosive. With
her, I felt completely safe exposing my somewhat shady and highly explicit
sexual needs. She blindly followed my lead headlong into questionable and kinky
practices, always open to anything I introduced to her.

I smile at the memories rising
to the conscious part of my brain. She was the perfect woman for me. But it was
never the same between us after the girls were born. At first I waited, holding
back and ignoring our sexual needs. Mia barely kept her head above water with
twins and a full-time job. Back then I paid close attention, looking for any
indication she was ready, anticipating the moment we’d return to the sizzling
lust once burning between us.

I never saw it.

With our new family, the
dynamics within our home changed. The balance of power between Mia and I
shifted. She was “in charge” of the kids, the home and by default, our sex
life. She had a lot on her plate.

Then the months stacked and
became years. After so much time of almost nonexistent in quantity and vanilla
in quality sex, I stopped looking for the signs we’d ever return. The little
sex we’ve had since the twins were born hasn’t held my attention much, and I
stopped wondering if she cared years ago. After years of withstanding the
bubbling need to dominate Mia like I used to, the urge gradually faded.

I stop pushing the heavy, wet
snow and lean against the shovel to catch my breath. The warm air from my lungs
creates wispy clouds as I exhale hard fast breaths. I take a moment to
experience the wonder of the utterly black sky dotted with stars and the silent
peace of the moment.

I love Mia and I’ve never
cheated. But I’ve thought about it. Only someone with the knowledge of what it
feels like to live this way for a long time can come to understand the thought
processes of people who are unfaithful to their spouses. My guess is most of
the time, the cheater loves their partner. They only do it for the thrill, the
excitement of new sex with a new person. It’s the anticipation of the forbidden
act, the rush of brushing bare skin against someone new, the desperate
I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you kisses as clothes fly off and bodies surge toward the
bed that captures a person’s interest.

I grip the handle to my shovel
and begin pushing snow again.

Now she’s ready. It’s time to
take back my role within our marriage.

This is it. It’s my time. No,
it’s our time again after so many years. I’m going to do everything possible to
be the man I long to be both in and out of the bedroom.

I feel twenty-five again. I
savor the power rushing through me at remembering the slow progression of Mia’s
training all those years ago. It’s potent. Jesus. The comfortable mental slip
back into that man feels totally natural. I recognize, maybe with the first
truly clear head I’ve had on this subject for years, precisely how stunted
we’ve become.

There’s nobody to blame but me.
She took on so much. The least I could have done was ensure we didn’t land
here, where we are today.

I push my last strip of snow
and walk back toward the house, drawing in a clean breath of air and blowing it
out.

It feels like I’ve been freed.

I’m
going to give her everything she wants, and take everything I need.

WOW!!!Now I haven’t
had kids, but I have heard stories about what kids can do to your sex
life.This book seemed to pretty much
hit what I have heard right on the nail.With that being said, I go back to WOW!!!

The erotica part of this story was just off the charts
amazing.Are you looking for a hot
steamy read?This is one for you
completely!It was great to follow along
with the steps that Levi was putting Mia though.I also enjoyed how you could tell the chemistry
between the two of them, it was extremely realistic.

There were many parts of the story that did stand out to me,
and not just the erotica portion of the story.

The emotions that Mia was going through throughout the course of the
story are also very realistic.I think
that added to the story being able to actually connect with the characters on
many levels.Mia and Levi’s characters
were really well written in my opinion.There was enough information about their past and their different personalities
that we could understand where each character was coming from.

Overall, I think this book was just a great book. And I
would completely recommend it to my followers.

Sylvia lives the life of a run-of-the-mill
wife, mother, and professional in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She reads voraciously
and loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the alpha males in her
favorite novels.

When she gets the chance to shed the prim
and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret identity, Sylvia
Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas in extraordinary
settings for her readers to remember long after the book has been read. Her
dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into tangible works
of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.